I am so so so so sorry for the length, it makes me feel awful to throw out something so short, but I beg you to give it a chance. Thank you all. I promise it will be longer later, I merely fell in love with the style of beginning from the movie. I had to do it.
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Metro City was burning.

The sounds of people screaming, pleading, filled the ears of a man, an alien, who was once again falling to the pavement far, far below him, his thin and lanky arms and legs pin wheeling through the air. Megamind, the new hero of Metro City, was falling into the heat of what felt like the apocalypse. Only there were two horseman instead of four.

He could feel the heat scorching the leather of his costume, his cape sizzling and smoking. He frantically unhitched it, watching it waft up in the heated breeze before catching on fire, descending in ashes and smoke to the ground far below. Far, far below, the pavement and concrete below him that he knew would be hungry, but the fire would devour everything else. Flesh would melt, blood would evaporate, and he would be gone. A charred husk of his former beautiful self.

The blue alien could feel the liquid streaming from his face evaporating in the overheated air, the breaths he took fire in his lungs.

Yet as he fell he couldn't help but smile, a slightly twisted, vicious smile, a smile that could have been used in his days as a supervillain, and it would have terrified the world. But the smile fell from his face as the heat continued to grow; he couldn't help but remember how this had all began, as much as he did not wish to. He laughed then, a crazy, twisted laugh, the bruises, cuts and aches in his body causing him to fall into a coughing fit. Finally he quieted, feeling the leather of his outfit melt into his skin, burning him in places he had been burned in before, and allowed himself to quietly reflect, his eyes closing and that smile smoothing into something less animal-like, into something more sad and melancholy.

How did this begin? How did it all begin? This really doesn't seem possible, does it? It has to be a nightmare, yes? Some sort of awful dream that I shall wake up from and everything will be alright. It has to be alright. It has to be.

You've done a wonderful job though, you've done a wonderful job, oh my, you've certainly managed to destroy the city better than I ever could, but that was your plan, wasn't it? Be better than I ever was…ever could be. You knew what I was, you knew that it wasn't in my nature to be a villain, and I never did. Well fought, old friend, well fought…

But I suppose all of you are all wondering how this happened, what could possibly have defeated my amazingly powerful and handsome self, aren't you? Well… Far be it for me to leave you wondering as you read about me plummeting to my death in an inferno. Besides, our lives are supposed to flash before our eyes, are they not, before we go? Well, no time like the present.

It started…four…maybe five days after the museum dedicated to me was opened. I can't quite believe it. It was all so…peaceful back then… I believe it truly was, as hopelessly poetic as it may be:

The calm before the storm.